The beginning of forever

14 - Still Sore?

Book 2: So, this is Forever

14 – Still Sore?

Becky's POV

As the morning light gently filtered through the curtains, the room, still echoing with the memories of last night's adventure, now bathed in the easygoing glow of a new day.

I blinked my eyes open to find Freen cozily wrapped around me, my wife's right hand casually claiming its usual spot on my left breast—our usual waking up state since we exchanged vows. It was like slipping back into the comforting familiarity of our everyday rhythm.

Thinking back to last night, she was on a mission, she didn't even want me to return the favor. My wife pleasured me again and again, she only had her own climax when I rode her still on her underwear.

It felt as if she was making up for six months of separation. She went all out, and I couldn't help but blush at the thought that if I hadn't passed out, she might have taken things even further. The intensity of the night lingered in the morning air, leaving us wrapped in the warmth of shared passion.

I traced lazy circles on her clothed back, I couldn't help but marvel at the depth of our connection. It was more than just a physical bond; it was the unspoken understanding, the silent promises exchanged between heartbeats. Our journey together, filled with highs and lows, had only strengthened the intimacy that now enveloped us.

I sensed her stirring, a gentle sign that she was waking. Slowly, she opened her eyes, meeting my gaze as we exchanged a quiet moment of acknowledgment.

"Good morning, beautiful," she greeted with a smile, her body still nestled in the warmth of the sheets.

"Good morning, my love," I responded, the lingering echoes of the night's passion still playing in my mind.

"Last night was amazing, babe," she remarked, sitting up against the headboard. "It's been six months since we made love. Your moans were so addicting," she added, grinning and closing her eyes in fond reminiscence.

"Stop it, babe, you're embarrassing me," I playfully slapped her arm as we shared a lighthearted moment, the morning light casting a gentle glow on our shared laughter.

She chuckled, the sound resonating through the room like a sweet melody. "Can't help it, you know. You're just too irresistible," she said, opening her eyes and giving me a playful wink.

I couldn't help but smile back, grateful for the easy banter that defined our relationship.

She held my hand, her gaze softened, and a hint of vulnerability played in her eyes. "My love, can I ask you something?" she inquired, her voice a gentle murmur.

I nodded, my smile giving way to an intrigued expression. "Yes, baby, what is it?"

A deep breath preceded her question, a moment of contemplation that hung in the air. " "For the last six months, since you thought I was dead... Did you... did you have someone else? Did you share a kiss or... had sex with someone else?" Her vulnerability tugged at my heart, and I furrowed my brows, wondering why such a thought would cross her mind.

Choosing to alleviate the tension with playful banter, I teased, "Hmmmm, let me think..." Raising my fist, I theatrically counted on my fingers.

Her eyebrows furrowed, her gaze fixated on the counting fingers. Continuing the charade, I mused, "Wait, does it count if..."

She tapped my hand down, her expression changing. "Stop the counting; I don't want to know anymore," she said, attempting to move away. However, I gently tugged at her arms, anchoring her in place.